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Escaping the Cocktail Party--Elsa & RC3
@iloveitxwhenaplanxcomestogether (RC3)
Mr. Knight standing in the corner and irritably pulling at his tie might find these fundraising parties irking, but Elsa can hardly see why. Certainly, an endless calendar of fundraising dinners, benefit galas, and charity cocktail parties can be a bit tiresome, but they also are part of operating non-profit organizations. The money has to come from somewhere, after all. They are also staples on her own calendar—one of the dangers of having a tremendous fortune in the bank and a familial history of philanthropy. She used to let Anna handle these kinds of events, but her dear sister was a bit too softhearted and free with her checkbook. She soon sent Anna back to PR parties for the company while she took charge of the charitable angles. Admittedly, however, this party is a bit dull. Though she is loath to admit it, this fact falls on the head of the Foundation’s venerable leader Devon Miles. A wonderfully charming and witty man in small groups and one-on-one conversations, he becomes a bundle of nerves when he has to deliver official speeches, resulting in slightly long-winded and rather tedious ones. Unfortunately for all of them tonight, the Foundation ias giving an overview of their work for the last year, and handing out several awards to various charitable endeavors in Southern California. That means poor Mr. Miles has had to make multiple speeches, and the rest of them have to listen to them. It made for an uncomfortable evening across the board. Finally though, the last award has been given and the last of the speeches have been made. A general air of relaxation moves through the crowd as they shift into the ‘cocktails and mingle’ portion of the evening. Mr. Knight promptly disappeared with Dr. Barstow, the two intently discussing something with their heads tilted close together as they vanish through a side door.   Elsa finds herself moving into ‘small talk’ mode where she makes polite conversation with various familiar faces, is introduced to a few new ones, and starts plotting the opportune time to make her farewells. She probably has another hour or so here first though… while Mr. Knight can blow in and out as he pleases, a woman of her position can never appear to be rushed even if all she wants to do was get back to her apartment, slip out of her heels, and slink into bed with a good book. She makes her first circuit of the room, ending by the bar where she gratefully accepts a refill on her seltzer water. Spotting a new man leaning awkwardly against the bar in a tux he is clearly not comfortable in, she acknowledges him with a polite headtilt. As she greets the stranger, she spots another figure bee-lining toward her—one she wishes to avoid. Mr. Standforshire has been after her for months with an unsound business proposition that she suspects he is trying to use as an overture toward a romantic relationship. Desiring neither from the odious forty-five-year-old, she turns fully toward the stranger. “Hello,” Offering her hand politely, unable to fully hide a sense of urgency, she finishes her introduction.  “I don’t believe we’ve met before. I am Elsa Arendelle. Do you work for the Foundation, Mister… ?”
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avictimofthejazz · 6 months
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Huh? What? I'm awake, I swear! (Amy to Face)
Face pauses in slipping his jacket off when Amy stirs, and mutters her protest. “Are you sure about that?” he teases gently. “You’ve been drooling on my shoulder for fifteen minutes now.” The plastic chairs in the hospital waiting rooms are hardly the most comfortable places to sleep, but what other choice do they have when they have been stuck here for over six hours, after finishing a long job? The job had been a nightmare, and the start of their problems. Half-way through sorting out the slugs by appropriate size so the upcoming stomping would be the most efficient, Murdock managed to break his hand. He thought he was punching one of the goons, and ended up hitting a brick wall instead. The whole job had been filled with ghosts, and caused all of them but Hannibal to rethink their opinion on the restless dead. When BA finally discovered the hologram system that had been used to send them in circles, smashing it to pieces with a baseball bat gave them all an abiding sense of satisfaction. The relief though, did not do much to help Murdock’s badly swollen hand, and Hannibal ordered the pilot to get it checked out on the way home. Face sent Hannibal and BA on ahead after they reached the hospital, knowing they were hardly inconspicuous, while Amy and he waited with Murdock. After nearly five hours, the ER took his friend back. Another hour had passed since then. Face had been on the verge of getting up to ask about his friend, when Amy fell asleep on his arm. Unwilling to disturb her, he is content to let his arm go stiff. The pins and needles sensation mean little when she finally looks peaceful and unharried.
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Seeing her shiver in the air-conditioned space changes his mind though, and he decides she needs his coat more than he does. The movement wakes her up though, enough that she can protest with the same sincerity of a child insisting they are not ready for bed yet. Looking down at her half-closed eyes as she makes her claim, Face cannot help smiling. “If you’re wide awake, tell me where we are.”
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@iloveitxwhenaplanxcomestogether​ // closed starter // for Luca
“... Saw you boys in blue working hard so I baked you a little something.”
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While it was a well-known fact that policeman preferred a certain rounded pastry with a hole cut out in centre, the proprietor of the Pie Hole decided to shirk such narrow-bellied convention on a whim well-fed on largesse. It also wasn’t a bad idea to brown nose to the collective persons who could put you behind bars for touching the dead...
In context, that was Ned using his gift to bring dead things back to life for sleuthing purposes. Or via pure accident. Out of context, or how it might appear to someone in the not-knowing, it was a man, 6-foot-five in stature, tampering with evidence and who was possibly a necrophiliac. A necrophiliac who worked in food services.
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rewcund · 2 years
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          murdock looks at him , slowly sitting down in the back of the van before taking off his cap . he squeezes and twists it between his hands , a new found nervous habit . they were always forming and evolving .         ‘ i don’t know where to start . . . ’           he too was being honest , vulnerable , and it was a side of murdock that was rarely let open to the world .
@iloveitxwhenaplanxcomestogether   CONTINUED !
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honorhearted · 2 years
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♤ (Pete Malloy, Luca, or Amy Amanda Allen iloveitxwhenaplanxcomestogether)
Send me a ♤ and I will generate a number for what my muse will say to yours. / #46 @iloveitxwhenaplanxcomestogether
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“You’re cold-hearted.”
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Peter: I got stabbed in a bar fight once.
Stiles: What’d you do?!
Peter: Stitched it up by hand and walked back in for another beer, what else?
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detectiverickitubbs · 2 years
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ooc: Is going to try and bounce around with my replies XDD
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annastrxng · 1 year
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Competent. Indie rp blog transcribed by Aly. Mun is 25+ Mun is semi-selective but is always open to try writing with new people. Nsfw content may occasionally be present - in the form of violence, and rarely romance related content. I will fade to black if requested. I will under NO circumstances write slash ships as a matter of personal preference and comfort. That said, I am all for developing brotps.
My sideblogs are as follows
Historical muses with Turn, Anastasia, and book influences @unyieldingvalxr
Miami Vice- @detectiverickitubbs
A-team & Jump Street & Vice @iloveitxwhenaplanxcomestogether
Multi-muse with muses from Disney, Marvel, Outlander, and more @timeguardians
There are a bunch of other blogs that I have run in the past and may revive in the future. These however are where my focus is for now.
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timeguardians · 8 months
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@fallsekings invited me to potentially low-key readd
Blue Bloods Muses
Edit Janko Reagan (police officer)
Erin Reagan (ADA/Lawyer)
Nicky Doyle Reagan
Linda Reagan (nurse)
Jackie Curatola (Detective)
May also low-key add:
Gabriella Dawson (paramedic/fire-fighter) Chicago Fire
Violet Mikami (paramedic) Chicago Fire
Andy Herrera (Station 19)
May also move my Iloveitxwhenaplanxcomestogether muses here
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From this Ice Age meme Here
@iloveitxwhenaplanxcomestogether (For Murdock)
“I don’t really think it’s that serious a threat, Captain.” Elsa dubiously eyes the racoon trundling through the hallway of the psychiatric hospital around Murdock’s shoulder. “Isn’t he from that…. pet program they were testing? The one that you sabotaged by opening all the cages so you could slip out in the commotion? It seems they didn’t find all of the animals again.” Until now. While the trail of subterfuge and lies that landed her in the American Veterans Administration hospital’s psychiatric wing is a long and very complicated one, Elsa has to admit meeting Captain Murdock is an unexpected bright spot. Also, a rogue raccoon on the loose is quite possibly the most interesting thing that has happened here so far… The raccoon pauses in the hallway to examine some crumbs she assumes fell from food trays the orderlies take to patients too disturbed to leave their rooms. The animal picks a few up and starts sniffing them before putting them down again, and looking around. “So, what do we do?” She whispers. “Do we call one of the orderlies? Try to catch it ourselves? Or just leave it alone?” If it is from the failed pet program, she can assume it is a fairly tame animal that is not carrying any diseases. However, if it is some wild raccoon that wandered off the grounds, and into the hospital, she cannot make the same assumptions. Taking another step back when Murdock does, she glances around the hall for anyone who might be able to help them. For once, the halls seem suspiciously empty of staff and other patients… but ‘murder by bored raccoon’ is too ridiculous a plot to even consider. If she took that thought seriously, she might really need to be in this hospital.
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avictimofthejazz · 7 months
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The Complicated Kidnapping--Amy with Face & BA
@iloveitxwhenaplanxcomestogether (Amy)
The entire drive to carry out this asinine plan of Hannibal’s has been punctuated by BA and Face sourly agreeing that Hannibal has finally, well and truly, lost it. The A-Team have enough legal woes lurking around them, without adding blatant kidnapping to the list. Face had hatched a dozen other subtler plans to contact Miss Amy Amanda Allen, but for one reason or another Hannibal vetoed all of them. Face suspects that his boss just wants the most dramatic option available. In the Colonel’s mind, that must mean kidnapping this poor reporter off the streets, and returning her to her father that way. Neither man is entirely comfortable with this plan, but any job done for one of Hannibal’s friends is something that they put a high priority on. Besides, if they have to follow through with this scheme, they both want to get it done with as soon as possible. Tracking down Miss Allen was not difficult—a call to the Courier posing as her brother earns Face information about her location. Grabbing her, though, proves to be a lot harder than either BA or he expected. They thought simply driving up beside her in the alley and yanking her into the van would work… and then she started running. As soon as BA throws the young woman into the van, Face hops in after her, and hastily closed the door. BA jumps back into his seat, and mere seconds later they are careening out of the alley and back onto the main roads. Being thrown headfirst into a van by a man who looks like he should be the lead singer for a punk rock band is hardly enough to stop Miss Allen, however. Sourly, Face wonders if it even phased her as the woman throws herself over his lap to try and yank the sliding door open. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Face goes to push her into the seat usually used by Murdock. “At the speeds BA’s pushing, if you throw yourself out the door, you’ll probably just kill yourself. A dead Miss Allen is not going to do us any good.” Face sighs as his unwilling guest’s only response is to demand where they are taking her. From the driver’s seat, BA grunts. “You ain’t a prisoner so calm down. We’re just takin’ you back to your dad.” Face nods, “And on behalf of my Colonel and your father, I apologize for this ridiculousness. Apparently meeting you at a lunch counter and explaining things to you properly was not dramatic enough for my boss.” Face tosses another one of his sincere smiles at Amy. “This really isn’t the way I like making the acquaintance of beautiful wo—ooof!” Face jerks forward and almost falls out of his seat when BA hits the brakes abruptly. “BA!”
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“Sorry,” The muscle man sounds decidedly unremorseful. “Red light.” Despite the plausible explanation from his friend, Face cannot help noticing the pointed glare that BA directs at him via the rear-view mirror. If he tries flirting with their client’s daughter again, BA is going to do decidedly worse than slam on the brakes hard enough to send him flying.
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Abashed for a few minutes at least, Face picks himself up and settles back into his seat. “As to where we are taking you, it’s the motel your father is staying at. He only elaborated to Hannibal, but apparently there’s something going on where he does not feel like he can just go walking back into his house and meet you in the usual manner. Hence all the dramatics and secrecy—he says it is to protect you.”
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Hilda-Napped:
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It’s half past twelve and old, faithful Hilda had yet to descend the stairs. Luca felt his stomach give off a disconcerting rumble as his ravenous dark orbs scaled the only path that could herald her appearance. “You don’t suppose she got stuck in traffic?” He mused, though there is nothing but worry wallowing in the wake of his words. “Or got held up by the front desk?” The guys up there had no sense of humor. Luca ought to know. He’s tested them often enough. 
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TJ’s cobalt blues followed his from over the top of his coffee mug. Similarly, he had contemplated her unannounced absence. The boys, though they gave her a hard time about the quality of her food, counted on her arrival and departure. It was one of their favorite parts of the work day. “Not unless she was on a bike.” Front desk seemed like a more likely option. “Street? You were just up there. Did you see any sign of her?” While he doesn’t say as much, he too had been counting on her stale delicacies. 
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“Another ten minutes and we’ll have missed lunch completely.” He murmurs, eyeing his watch. 
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@caughtthefever (Hiya there. You follow me on my sideblog Iloveitxwhenaplanxcomestogether -- anyways female muses are my strongest ones right now. You can feel free to send Amy to any of them if you want. I promise. I'm not ignoring you. had a long long week.)
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My fingers slipped and look what happened....
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You can blame Rose & Smeagol for this.
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honorhearted · 2 years
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What is your Waifu Score
Tagged by: @iloveitxwhenaplanxcomestogether​
I did both Ben’s real name and nickname, and what a shocker, h.orny is one of the most prevalent for both. This idiot almost blew the entire Ring’s cover after s.leeping with a woman, so absolutely no one is surprised lol.
Tagging: Whoever’s reading this! <3
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